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As we cut back to the grove Pouty Lipped Boy had been investigating earlier, the couple from the diner had entered, their car breaking down. It made me quirk an eyebrow, knowing that they had talked about their vehicle being fixed earlier. Somehow, I knew they were in big trouble, and we were about to see "Fugly" get, well, "fugly." As they started to look around, they heard the rustling and turned to run back to the car. I couldn't see much through the sun splashed across the screen, but the music and the sounds indicated to me that they were being chased by it.
But then, lo and behold, Pouty Lipped Boy had arrived to save them! His gun in hand, he commanded the couple to hurry back to their car. He shot at "Fugly" a few times, making his way to the edge of the orchard, too. The man from the couple asked, in a shaky voice, "What was that?" Pouty Lipped Boy's curt response of "Don't ask," spoke volumes. Somehow, I knew right then and there that he had lots of experience with such creatures as "Fugly."
Next a mini, albeit long distanced reunion, between Floppy Haired Boy and Pouty Lipped Boy took place, as he calls Sam about "Fugly." Their conversation confirmed my suspicions, and it seemed that these two brothers were in the business of dealing with these types of things---even if I didn't know why or how it connected to their dad. It seemed that their dad was the reason they had split, too. Pouty Lipped Boy talked to Sam about his case, trying to put it all into perspective, and Sam said, "You know, if you"™re hinting you need my help, just ask." Something inside me shouted in joy. It just seemed that these two should be together, facing "Fugly."
But then, Pouty Lipped Boy said, "You"™ve always known what you want. And you go after it. You stand up to Dad. And you always have. Hell, I wish I"”anyway"¦.I admire that about you. I"™m proud of you, Sammy." It evoked such love in a simple statement, and then I really wanted Sam to run to him and put their earlier fight behind them.
Sam assures Pouty Lipped Boy that he will take care of himself, and then said, "Bye, Dean." Now I had both their names! I knew I was cooking with gas then. Somehow, like Sam had fit, Dean certainly fit Pouty Lipped Boy well. It had a sensual and dangerous edge to it to match his leather jacket, his bowlegged walk, and his sensual pout. So they were Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean what I didn't know---but the more I mulled the names "Sam and Dean," the more they seemed natural, like peanut butter and jelly. Can't really have one with out the other.
If this wasn't enough to capture my attention, Pouty Lipped Boy, now known as Dean, went to a community college to consult a professor. Imagine my surprise when none other than the Cigarette Smoking Man himself entered as that professor. They had already subtly shouted out to the X-Files with Dean's EMF reader going off, but casting William B. Davis? This screamed, "We are like the X-Files. Watch us."
The professor and Dean looked over some mythology, and while he's not the villain we know from the X-Files here, I knew enough to be suspicious. He allowed Dean to look over his materials, and as Dean started to make his way out of the office, he opened the door only to have a shotgun butt shoved into his face. Somehow I just knew the professor was in on it.
The shady townsfolk openly discussed what needs to happen---since Dean chased off their intended sacrificial victims. They determined that he must die for doing so, and that they must appease their orchard god. I snorted, thinking that "Fugly" wasn't worth that, no matter how good their crops were. But it stunned me when they shoved the girl Emily into the same cellar with Dean. They were willing to go that far as to sacrifice their family to this thing? Van guy didn't seem shady at all in comparison.